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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jun 5, 2008 14:17:15 GMT -5
Amarant sat on a bench, her green eyes scanning the street, watching as the people passed her, going about her daily lives. The sun had gone down about two hours ago, and she couldn’t stand being locked up in her rented apartment. She’d left Saphire—the young white wolf that Amarant cared for—in the apartment, since New York wasn’t exactly full of woods for her to run around in. She wondered what had even moved her to come and visit here…
Amarant was always moving around, but she usually chose places that had a lot of places for her and Saphire to run around, to be free, especially when Amarant phased out and had to run around in her wolf form. Although, unlike most werewolves, Amarant wasn’t forced to change during the full moons, and she could shift on other nights too… She wasn’t sure why, but she supposed that it was because she had been a werewolf longer than any others that she’d met.
Amarant wore a black Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt that hugged to her curves, and a pair of dark blue jeans with holes cut in the knees and thighs. Her long black hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her pale face and high cheekbones.
She sighed, biting her lower lip gently. She was bored, and she needed something to do. She couldn’t stand being bored, and yet here she was, with absolutely nothing to do.
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Post by hayaki on Jun 5, 2008 14:33:29 GMT -5
Hayaki sighed and tucked his coat tighter around his slender body, wishing he had taken a cab. He didn't like the cold; New York could be far colder than he could deal with sometimes. Other people probably didn't even think it was chilly.
He shifted the bag he was holding to his other hand, glancing at the street signs. Still a long ways from home. Once agian mentally cursing his decision (Sure, I'm getting pudgy. It won't kill me to walk, right? A little excercise is good for the soul...), he hunched his shoulders and walked further down the street, trying to ignore the occasional passer-by. He didn't really feel like being social right now. It had been a horrible day. He was so happy that it was Friday night; he wouldn't have to go back to the University until Tuesday. A nice long holiday.
Maybe I can finish that painting, he thought with a sigh. He'd started it, but he'd run out of energy about half-way through. He sighed and shifted the bag again.
This time, the poor, abused bag couldn't hold; he cursed as he felt the bottom give way. His groceries spilled out across the sidewalk. Miserably, he sank down to gather them up, wondering if the gods hated him or if he was just cursed today.
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jun 6, 2008 7:13:49 GMT -5
Amarant reached into her pocket and pulled out a small locket. It was a simple thing, just something that she'd gotten from Rafael--the vampire who'd raised her--when she was younger. She looked at the small heart shaped diamond in her hand, rolling it around. She wiped away a tear that fell down her cheek. Only one, like always. She never shed more than one tear when she thought about her adopted father anymore, but there was always that one....
She growled, annoyed with herself, before she put the pendent--and the chain that it was attached to--back in her pocket, where she kept it. A low curse caught her attention, and she looked over to see where it was coming from. A young man had dropped his things on the ground, and was scrambling to pick them back up.
Deciding that she might as well make life easy on someone, she walked towards the man, making sure that he knew she was approaching, so that she wouldn't startle him. People in New York tended to be very jump...Not that they didn't have a reason to be, but still. She crouched down beside him and immediately started to pick things up.
"Let me help." She said, smiling sweetly. Perhaps she was just in desperate need of conversation--no matter how briefly.
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Post by hayaki on Jun 6, 2008 10:25:24 GMT -5
Hayaki glanced up from his groceries and met the smile of the other woman. Blushing immediately-god, had she heard him cursing?-he smiled back. "Thank you." he sighed. He mournfully picked up what used to be a package of eggs and wiggled it; judging from the liquid-y sound coming from the inside, it was ruined. "I'm not usually so clumsy." he explained awkwardly, shrugging. "It's just been a bad day, I guess."
As he continued to pick up his groceries, he studied her with an artist's eye. He couldn't help it; he was used to doing it. Nice form; graceful. Good eyes...nice hands. Very elegant. Despite the fact that he preferred-for amorous company-men, he was fully capable of noticing and appreciating feminine beauty.
Standing, he tossed the ruined eggs into the trash and sighed again. "Ah. Again, thank you..." he said, smiling a little more. "Very kind. Not many people would stop to help." He said, his voice a little sour. And it was true; the other passerbys slipped around them, some with amused or sympathetic looks, but with no offers to help. That was the only thing Hayaki really hated about living in New York.
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Post by *Amarant Blades on Jun 6, 2008 12:11:32 GMT -5
She smiled again, shaking her head slightly. “No problem, I wasn’t doing anything anyway other than sitting and watching others go about their business anyway.” She extended her hand, looking ruefully as he threw the broken eggs away. “Sorry about your eggs. I’m Amarant.” She said, smiling slightly.
With her other hand, she reached up and pulled a piece of black hair behind her ear, revealing more of her pale, alabaster skin. “And yes, a lot of people wouldn’t have bothered, but it wasn’t such an inconvenience for me anyway… I don’t see why… people don’t take more time out to help others.” She said, having to stop herself from saying the word mortal. She wasn’t used to being around mortals, so she nearly slipped up.
(Sorry this one is so short and crappy, I have a friend bugging me, lol)
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Post by hayaki on Jun 6, 2008 15:01:22 GMT -5
Hayaki smiled and shook her hand, his blue eyes warm-slightly distant, and shuttered in a way that made it obvious he had learned, along the way, the dangers of opening yourself too much-but kind. "Nice to meet you Amarant. That's a really interesting name..." he said, his eyebrow rising. "My name is Hayaki. Hayaki Mimura." He shrugged, his smile growing a bit embarassed. "As you can tell, my parents were rather traditional when it came to names..."
Hayaki sighed and examined the bottom of the bag. "Yeah. I guess...maybe people are just too busy?" he said, shrugging. "Time is short, and giving some of it away is considered, to some, a waste." He gathered his stuff up, unwrappig his scarf and using it as a kind of carry-all. "I consider time a gift, and the act of sharing it only makes each moment more special." He blushed a little and smiled again, winking solemnly at her. " And that is my words of Oriental wisdom for the day, I guess." He laughed, clearly a bit embarassed, but happy too.
(no worries. I'm a bit short myself...-le sigh-)
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